. how dirty that part of my body is.”“The way I see it -- buttholes are like opinions. Everybody has one. Sure, it’s icky ... but it’s part of...life. We can deal with the ick factor. We can clean you out, first.”“What do you mean?”“It’s called an anal douche. It’s along the lines of a vaginal douche...”“Which is something I know nothing about,” she interjected.“ ... you introduce a small amount of water into the rectum to rinse it out.”“Do you mean an enema? When I was in high school I came down. “You know, it’s your wedding day now,” she said, and I feared the loss of lust was being replaced with guilt or remorse. But I was wrong. Stella just smiled. “It’s your wedding day and I’m the first woman you got to fuck today. Not your wife. Or to be correct, you soon-to-be wife.”We kissed again before she said, “Go slow when you pull it out.”I pulled out of her ass and held it as she went for a wet towel. I stood at the edge of the bed and we kissed as she reached down with both hands to wash. In the height of my passion my lips sought her lips. This time she responded, but feebly to my kiss. My sperm started to rise.'Oh darling I am coming. I can't hold it back anymore. OHHH' I grunted and shot spurts of hot cum filling her deflowered cunt. As my hot cum fell inside her cunt she came with a loud sigh, 'AAAHHHH' and fell back panting. We lay coupled together enjoying the afterglow of our first union. Soon my fast wilting cock slipped out of her cunt.We fucked four times that night.. Watching. Dreaming… With Ashley in her soft comfy chair, signing the waivers and releases, Mistress Jane Kessler grinned and made a special blend of herbal tea. A blend that made the drinker open to suggestion. Very open. Stirring up the special ingredients and adding a touch of flavor, she glanced back and smiled. It seemed that the lovely Ashley was signing but not reading the small print. All the better. Little did she realize the waivers would come back to haunt her later. Setting the.